Hyınn 305. L. M.

And shall eat your flesh as it were fire.

James v. 3. 1

N vain the wealthy mortals join,

Look dowu and scorn the humble poor,

And boast their lofty bills of gain. 2 Their goldin cordials cannot ease

Their pained hearts and aching beads; Nor fright jior bribe approaching death,

From glittring roots and downy beds. 3 The ling'ring, the unwilling soul,

The disual suo mons must obey; And bid a long, a sad farewell,

To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,

Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their boncs, without distinction, lie Amongst the heaps of meaner bones.

Hymn 306. P. M. Praise our God all ye his servants. Rev.xis. 5.

IFT your eyes of faith and see

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What a ccmtless company

Stand before yon dazzling throne!
Each before his Saviour sta:ids,

All in whitest rohes array'd;
Palms they carry in their hands,

Crowns of glory on their head.

2 Saints, begin the endless song,

Cry aloud in heavenly lays,
Glory doth to God belong,

God the glorious Saviour praise;
All salvation from him canie,

He who reigns enthroud on bigh,
Glory to the bleeding Lainb,

Let the morning stars reply.
3 Angel-powers the throne surround,

Next the saints in glory they,
Lull’d with the transporting sound,

They their silent homage pay:
Prostrate on their face, before

God and his Messiah fall!
Theu in byunus of praise adore,

Shout the Lamb ibat died for all!
A Be it so, they all reply ;

Him let all our orders praise :
Him that did for siuners die,

Saviour of the favour'd race!
Render we our God his right,

Glory, wisdom, thanks, aud power,
Honour, majesty, and might:
Praise him, praise him evermore!

Hymn 307. C. M.
That ye sorrow not,' even as others who have no

hope. 1 Thess. iv. 13.
1 THY do we mourn for dying friends,

Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,

To call them to his arms,

2 Are we not tending upward too,

As fast as tiune can move? Nor should we wish the hours more slow,

To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb? There once the flesh of Jesus lay,

And left a long perfume.
4 The graves of all his saints he blest,

And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,

But with their dying Head?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,

And show'd our feet the way! Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,

At the great rising day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise ;
Awake

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nations under ground: Ye saints ascend the skies.

Hymn 308. P. M. Therefore, are they before the throne of God,

and serve him day and night. Rev. vii. 15. 1

are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun!
Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross,

Nobly for their Master stood:
Suff'rers in his righteous cause;

Foll’wers of the dying God.

WHAT

2 Out of great distress they came,

Wash'd their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb,

Blood that wasbes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne,

Serve their Maker day and night; God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er ; They have all their suff'rings past,

Hunger now and thirst no more: No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray ; In a milder clime they dwell,

Region of eternal day. 4 He that on the throne doth reign,

Shall their spirits always feed : With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead : He shall all their sorrows chase,

All their wapts at once remove, Wipe the tears from ev'ry face, Fill up every soal with love.

Hymn 309. C. M. And they have no rest day nor night, woho wor

ship the beast and his image. Rev. xiv. 11.' Myphoughts on awful subjects roll,

Damnation
"bat horrors seize a guilty soul

Upon a dying bed!

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2 Ling'ring upon these mortal shorcs,

She makes a long delay;
Till like a flood with rapid force,

Death sweeps the wretch away.
3 Then swift and dreadful she descends,

Dowo to the fiery coast; Ainongst abominable fiends,

Herself a frighted ghost.
4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,

And darkness makes their chains;
Tortur'd with keen despair they cry,

Yet wait for fiercer pains.
5 Not all their anguish and their blood

For their old guilt atones;
Nor the compassion of a God

Shall hearken to their groans.

Hymn 310. L. M.

3

SHRIN

He gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded

up the ghost. Gen. xlix. 33. HRINKING from the cold hand of death,

I soon shall gather up my feet;
Shall soon resign this mortal breath,

And die-my father's God to meet,
Number'd among thy people, I

Expect with joy thy face to see :
Because thou didst for sipners die,

Jesus in death remember me! 30 that without a ling'ring groan,

I may thy welcome word receive!